Best Powerlessness Poems
We get these hard hitting reminders
Of whom you are
In times of sadness
In times of powerlessness
In times when we are left with so many questions
A memory
A few words
Lyrics of a song
You coerce us into knowing
That in all these things
In life and death
You are there
At times silent
At times encouraging
But always there
The comforter
We never know we really need you
Until it is the only thing we feel close to
*Inspired by the sudden death of a friend on 25/08/2013*
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September 10 Praises to God Bible Meditations Based on Ezekiel 37-39
Key Verse – Ezekiel 37:6 And I will lay sinews upon you, and will bring up flesh upon you, and cover you with skin, and put breath in you, and ye shall live; and ye shall know that I am the LORD.
PRAISE BE TO GOD FOR PUTTING BREATH IN US
Praise be to God for putting breath in us to:
Redeem us by His grace along His mercy
Refresh us with His goodness and might
Restore us toward His guarded molding
Revitalize us against grievous misery
Revive us for grand ministry
Ezekiel 38:23 Praise be to the Lord for magnifying Himself:
Manifesting His majesty and magnificence
Melting our masks of mythical mentality
Mentoring over our mobility’s motives
Mounting toward His miracles
Monitoring our morality
Ezekiel 39:13 Praise be to the Saviour for
inspiring us to glorify Him against:
Polluting problems
Prideful perversions
Propelling powerlessness
Purposefulness’ proddings
Preferences presenting no peace. Amen!
September 10, 2024
In my youth, I was a prisoner of pain,
A soul lost in the fog of melancholy, without comfort.
Gloomy horizons had been my home under a cold and white moon,
I sailed alone, among rocks of despair and waves of silence.
From where have you appeared, oh distant dream, my diaphanous specter,
Coming from a land where evenings bloom like a pure thought?
What unfulfilled yearning brought you to foreign shores,
Like a falling star through the mist of endless nights?
You left behind shores where trade winds
Play through the fronds of palm trees under the scorching sun.
Were the celestial waters, the tears of the sea, too weak,
Broken in powerlessness, they did not stop the migratory longing?
Did you know, I wonder, that here, in the wastelands of my soul do not grow
Silk flowers, love songs, nor hidden gardens?
Here, love has traded its echo for a mere gram of oblivion,
As the beautiful canvas of passing dreams slowly unravels...
But you, with fingers of snow and moons carved in relief,
With eyes that reflected the gentle abyss of a frozen ocean at peace,
You appeared, fairy, unfolding breaths of azure around,
Banishing the flood of phantoms, planting a silent paradise in me.
Come, take my hand, be my guide to the celestial realm,
Where palm trees watch over the endless seas of gold and sand.
In their open arms, let my cage rest,
To rebirth paradise from the ashes of our forever unfulfilled dreams.
He let me see his scars,
they was as deep as a bottomless ocean
Every day his demons played to dance
Like salt in the wounds, a pitiful truth
The dark voices he heard in the shadows
It was not an illusion,
he had heard them for as long
as he could remember
A pain so unbearable
and a horror that stuck in his soul
He had no power
to go in the hurricane's gust of wind
The weight bowl was rocking ...
not strong enough to handle it
A deep and confidential conversation
between him and me
I could feel the powerlessness
and the fear to say or do anything
which could make the situation worse
Was it enough to just be there ... show respect ?
At the same time accept the powerlessness
Reality had to exist somewhere
It requires courage to prove weak
He took his life two days later,
abrupt and brutal
A choice between the demons
and the deep blue ocean
The raindrops played a somber melody
Where was the light when everything got dark ?
In the days that followed, I cried
... until the well was dried
I was too young to understand
Rest in peace my friend
06/02/2020
Sun :) - A-L Andresen
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An x-ray view of what was before while looking for the after now
Like a resurrection and afterlife on some biblical prophecy
Be aware on the conscious for its under attack by malware
soon to fully develop into a spyware
Your mental is like your software
Operating system needs an upgrade
This virus just gave it a reboot
With simple task manager for putting on a mask
Betterment of the self is a daily update
Because the past is what you have lived and it all crashed
But we need to understand that our attention on affection is being hacked
Being scanned everyday as we usher into the era of the cyborg
Some lifestyles we need to abort
Social interaction is digitalized
friends are stranger on social media
Here was the birth of social distancing
industrialization sign in globalization to confinement
Can’t we see the danger!?, people have become invisible
Let put aside propaganda its not in this piece’s agenda
In an atmosphere filled with uncertainty
dwells fear of change with a wave of intolerance
A dominant experience at the moment is sense of grief
notion of sadness, despair, helplessness, powerlessness and anger
Fragment of blame, echo chambers of many
Negative escalation of human degradation
Issue is on face mask as the color of the skin
Being policed by leaders with empty promises
It feels like the pandemic took a 360 degrees turn
to make it a worldwide web
In some ways it has come full circle
back to localization, national budget and personal introspect
Everyone is loading their data
refresh the mind on the page
what does history show
Before the hand shakes, people kissed to greet
Here we tap our feet
Gathering set the tone of joy
Togetherness was a remedy now in a memory
We just have to stick as family
unfamiliar at a point of acceptance becomes familiar
I Hear Your Crisis
Scream if you have to.
Scream out your guts if it’ll make you feel better.
Scream out everything you have inside your spasming soul
And let your tongue be numb.
Scream out like a banshee
All your festering frustrations;
Frustrations of always losing and of desperately drowning,
Frustrations of accelerating powerlessness
And of deepening deprivation.
Life as we know it is getting dicey in the big city.
Dull-brained dopesters with tattoos
Of fading flowers and dangling dragons
Know the score.
They know of the hopelessness
They have tasted the vinegar of reckless abandon.
They have seen the downcast stares
Of ten thousand depressed days.
I hear your crisis.
I know your pain.
I understand your disease.
Look out this window here
And notice the old Victorian house across the street.
It’s a dead house now.
The flowers in the garden stand slumped over
And the front yard grass has faded,
Faded like the faith of a million Catholics.
The windows are creased and cracked,
Like the bulging buttocks of a dozen whiskey *****es.
And there are genuflecting ghosts
Of long-dead children in the closed-up chapel;
The cross of Christ is covered with burlap now.
I hear your crisis.
Scream loudly dead children of the night.
Scream out your guts.
Because I know your pain.
Fueled by alcoholic self-will run riot,
Thoughts full of blame and defiance,
Resentment, self-pity, lies and shame,
Relief demands psychic change.
Twelve steps suggested be taken,
Acute withdrawal and body shaking.
Admitting powerlessness is no disgrace
For transformation by God’s grace.
Change is painful and not easy,
Many meetings and even therapy.
Process of cleansing and renewal,
Thinking change appears doable
Mind slowly less chaotic and loud.
Worry and excuses not allowed.
Memories hold less pain and torture.
Rarely overwhelm or cause disorder.
Things yet to come, what might have been,
Faith stops them from wandering back in.
Restless, discontented, irritable feelings,
Less annoying with prayer and healing.
Moral inventories of character defects
Lead to actions that bring self-respect.
Good intentions never meant to be,
All are replaced with honesty.
Seeing certain people cause feelings intense,
past relationships that never stood a chance.
Everywhere possible - still making amends,
cleaning up the past to the best one can
Praying each day for willingness and strength
to do what needs to be and go to any lengths.
Living life guided by these basic principles,
changes thinking and that is a miracle.
Written 12-17-2015
Thank you for crying for me today
My tears are sometimes an expression
of the powerlessness I feel
Through my tears I release my sadness, my fears
and find answers
I am all thought out
Too tired to cry the hard tears
or softly weep myself to sleep
so thank you for crying for me today
You pound hard into the earth
As though mixing an antidote of gladness
to overcome my sadness
I hear you tapping rhythmically and methodically against my windowpane
message in code "Don't worry", "Don't worry" you say
You rain softly as my sadness and fears fade
And I begin to find new meaning
In darkness, the mind comes short
Gullible to any item offered, and
Not an excuse for self underdevelopment
Obnoxious in the gathering of knowledge
Rationality greatly fractured and invalid
And then lost in the puzzle of understanding
Never near a sound judgment, because it
Cannot sieve random information which
Ends with a sense of powerlessness
Man child. Mean manacle meaningless.
Painfully pondering potent powerlessness.
What and where and why the worst.
Found fear of failing. This the first.
Faced foe fist for fist.
Gaining gentlemen game gist.
Soon shattered, smoked so surely.
Error eternal, earning effects early.
Different daily dues dutifully dealt.
Alone, angered. Agony and anguish felt.
Many memories meaningfully marred.
Solemn son. Soulfully scarred.
Hiding hurt hinders healing.
Frightened, fearful fettered feeling.
Knowing now not known then.
Damage done. Never again.
Life's lessons learned of late.
Heaving heart hemming hate.
-Angel Fatale-
It was a rainy day, when you called
I wondered how, I'd get through it all
When I close my eyes, it's you I see
Holding my hand, and loving me
In my dreams, I do not hide
We walk together, side by side
I open up, I take the risk
I hold your face, we gently kiss
We've grown so much, in a place together
A part of my heart, is yours forever
Your eyes hold, all that is true
I feel complete, when I'm next to you
In my dreams, I do not hide
We walk together, side by side
I open up, I take the risk
I hold your face, we gently kiss
The rain still falls, you are far away
Our souls connected, I feel you today
My breath is taken, when I see your face
I long to hold you, it's a perfect place
In my dreams, I do not hide
We walk together, side by side
I open up, I take the risk
I hold your face, we gently kiss
The rain has stopped, the sky is clear
I see us laugh, our time is near
Do you feel the same, can you see
My heart wonders, if we'll ever be
In my somnolence,
I dream of a world that only exists in my deepest thoughts.
A world where the firmament
stretches far beyond in its majestic blue colour
A world where even the air is pure and immaculate,
So pure that it gives you fortitude just by breathing it in.
A secret world known only to me.
That rejuvenates every cell and fibre in my body with every breathe i take-
eliminating all unwanted pollutants of doubt, shame and fear.
Foul winds may blow from time to time,
but nothing shakes or breaks-
all stays firmly rooted in its place.
though fortitude it brings,
powerlessness also comes-a-knocking.
Powerlessness brought about by reality-
NO AIR IS EVER FRESH AIR
As melancholic as it may be,
my dream will not cease to exist.
day after day it becomes more vivid
and draw closer to reality until...one day...
A dream it will be no more!
Finally, i open my eyes,
gaze up into the sky, and realize with contentment and gratitude
that the air, though not entirely fresh,
is still my air, my dream and my DESTINY....
I am that child
Who grew up from the deep dusty winds of the Cape!!
Who dwelled deep in the hectic intestines of poverty
Who’s voice was weakened by powerlessness,
Who lived like an ant between the elephants ,
Who became a mat to wipe the foot of the rich
Who became a victim of stereotypes of the rich ,
Who was lonely in the bunch of crowd ,
Whos presence portrayed pity to the self-righteous
I am that child and I hope you can remember me.
Who said rain never falls in the desert?
Who said zeroes never become heroes?
Who said David would never beat Goliath?
Who said an ant can never kill an elephant
Who said storms will last forever?
Never not even once!!
I am that child who saw the light in the dark
I am that child who conquered temptations with distinction
I am that child who was a zero who became a hero!
I am proud of my own achievement and not of free gifts
Spiraling, scorching, sweltering,
The anger pierces my soul
Burns, smolders, boils
Flames into rage; raw, intense
Then fades into despair
Helplessness, powerlessness
Seeping in, reeking of
Prejudice, injustice, hatefullness.
What can I do to stop
The slithering obsidian snake
Of hatred creeping into the very core of me?
I can forgive, pardon the ones
Attempting to extinguish my spark.
I can remember that their animosity
In the end, will destroy them,
Not me.
I heard the scream fill the air,
Your fear ripped and spilled out on this quiet night,
Hanging loud in the air,
Out of the closed window it flew,
to my ears and I knew,
I heard the scream fill this night,
a child's roar,
not in delight,
more of fear and dispirited powerlessness,
Protecting a mother,
with no other way,
no muscles yet to push your words away,
I heard your scream,
I know what to do,
Red light,
blue light,
is going to be coming for you,
The message is sent,
loud and clear,
I took an oath,
one that i hold dear,
to protect and defend,
In the darkest of nights,
I know no fear,
except what if it was not my ear?
Will there be another to help you,
in a quiet way.
No more scream on this night,
sleep easy little one,
always hold dear,
there are angels at night,
they don't always show that they are near,
to do that which is right,
regardless of the deal.